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quidditch world cup (chapter 2)

(y/n pov)

Ok I'm just gonna put this out here, I'm American so I dont say "mum, colouring, favourite" etc etc.

We all walked up the hill to find tons of tents and people in front of us. (bro I think I've been in quarantine for too long, just thinking of all these people together kinda scares me ngl.)

"Well kids, welcome to the quidditch world cup!" Mr. Weasley announced. I just stood there, amazed of the view in front of me.

We started weaving between the crowds of people doing magic and messing with knick knacks.

Ginny, Hermione, and I were so interested in everything going on around us, that we got a little bit behind, just to have Mr. Weasley tell us to keep up.

There were people riding on brooms, painting eachother faces, waving flags, setting off sparks, it was absolutely mesmerizing.

"Parting ways I think old chap!" Amos said to Mr. Weasley, shaking his hand. "See you at the match."

"See you later, Cedric!" the twins said as they walked off.

We soon arrived at a small tent, that looked like it could barely fit 3 people, let alone 8.

"Ah, home sweet home." Mr. Weasley said, holding open one of the flaps, gesturing us to go inside.

The twins went in first followed by Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Mr. Weasley.

"wOt?" Harry asked, when it was his turn to go in.

I just ignored him, and walked into the small tent, which turned out to not be small at all.

It was beautiful with its warm colored walls, comfortable furniture, and welcoming scent of cinnamon and bonfire smoke.

"Wow." I said under my breath, standing frozen in front of the entrance.

"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack."

Harry had walked in, now standing beside me, looking as shocked as I did.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry." Mr. Weasley scolded.

"Yeah get out of the kitchen ron!" The twins repeated.

"Feet off the table!" He said, now to the twins.

"Feet off the table!" They said taking their feet off the table, and swinging them back on when Mr. Weasley wasnt looking.

Me and Harry were still looking around the tent, amazed.

"I love magic." Harry said, airily.

I looked at him, laughed, and ran to the bunks.

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"Blimey dad, how high are we?" Ron asked.

"Well, let's put it this way; if it rains, you'll be the first to know." And all too familiar voice said coldly.

I turned my head to see two bleach blonde heads, Lucius and Draco Malfoy.

"Me and father are in the ministry box, by personal invitation by Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco said obviously proud.

"Dont boast, Draco." Lucius said firmly, while hitting Draco lightly with his fancy walking stick. "There's no need with these people. Do enjoy yourselves will you? While you can." He said, smugly.

We continued up the stairs, until we got to our seats at the very top of the stadium.

"C'mon now, take your seats! I told you these seats would be worth waiting for!" Mr. Weasley said to us.